I have to do the learning from scratch, brick my brick; no short cuts and self paced too. I've just been looking for an easier route smh! Time to lock in.
It’s so sad how many women care for the whole family but neglect themselves. Cervical cancer is one of those cancers that develops silently, and you may not notice it until it reaches stage 4.
It’s high time we take this seriously. Men should encourage their wives to go for Pap smears as well. Let’s fight this with passion.
My cousin told me two things when I got to the UK as a student. First was. Never do odd jobs; they are a trap. Second, sort out everything related to credit on time, as you are looking for something better to do.
That guy I met at Enfield 22 years ago, who was washing cars, did not have a credit card or a mortgage. He kept sending money home, but it kept losing value, thanks to inflation. Meanwhile, I know someone who has bought over 40 properties using the UK banking system (before the rules changed), and their properties have appreciated.
I have relatives who have lived abroad for decades and are still struggling with the mortgage for one property, and others who have a portfolio of assets, including businesses. The difference was how they started. Those who started with "struggle jobs" somehow maintain that siege mentality and think small.
Survival usually limits people's options, but I learned early that doing software testing gigs from the school library was a more sustainable option than carrying boxes at Tesco. If you have a university degree, you have to think bigger and better than those who do not.
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January is cervical cancer awareness month.
What myths, questions, conclusions, etc., do you have? This is not specific to women alone.
For example, HPV (the virus responsible for cervical cancer) causes cancers of the penis, and anus.
Medicine is hard o, because you legit can’t diagnose what you don’t know. So imagine all the conditions you don’t know about or aren’t suspecting? Because tell me why I’m picking up a Giant Cell Arteritis on a 25th 😂
Friends-
This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die.
Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do.
I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all.
Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints.
There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come.
Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son.
A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears.
Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet.
Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective:
“When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.”
I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape.
But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9).
With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices,
Ben — and the Sasses
The most dangerous career trap is the comfortable role that's good enough to stay but not good enough to grow.
Ok pay. Reasonable hours. Team you like. Work you can do in your sleep. No major problems.
But you aren’t growing.
Six months becomes a year. A year becomes three. You're making enough to pay the bills, so leaving feels risky.
Then you wake up and realize the world has moved past you.
Your skills are antiquated. Your resume tells a story of someone who stopped growing years ago.
Comfort and growth are opposing forces.
The more comfortable you get, the less you're developing.
The hardest career decision is to push yourself when you don’t have to.
But better to do it now rather than when reality punches you in the face.
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